I hope you read my blog entry about my parknaphobia a few months back. I hope when you read it you believed I had some basis for this phobia and it was not just made up or the paranoid delusions of a crazy person.
Well, if you did think I was crazy (wouldn’t blame you a bit) I have been vindicated because once again I have been involved in a parking incident.
I was at friend’s house where there was a party going on next door parking was limited on the street. As I have said, if I am in a confident mood I can parallel park with ease. This time I was and parallel parked. I stayed with my friend for awhile and when I got to my car it was completely blocked in by a couple of very large pick up trucks.
I walked up to my car and past a few men crowded around a little hibachi grill fire laughing and speaking in Spanish. As I got to my car I realized there were a few beer cans on my back bumper. I smiled and tried to be at ease, you know casual and “fun”.
Still smiling, I motioned to the cans and said, “Can I have one?”
Not speaking English, they stared at me blankly and smiled removing the cans. So my little attempt to sound cool and non-nonchalant failed miserably, again.
I got in my car and began to back up. One of the men signaled to me with the universal hand waiving that he would help me pull out. As I went forward, I cranked the wheel and then backward about six inches and he would use the universal downward fist motion for me to stop. I know this language because my husband uses “Ho!” and his father uses “Whoa” and I use “Stop” (go figure).
I was fully concentrating on the gentleman’s fist. I went backward, stop and forward stop about six times before something caught my eye; it was a man I could see in my side view mirror that I was getting awfully close to with my back bumper. While I was noticing this, of course, I was not looking at the fist and backed into the pick up behind me! God, those damn split seconds!!!
This then roused all the men to yell the universal “Ohhhh!” That exclamation has no language barriers.
The man waived me off like it was no big deal. I was tempted to peel out of there without checking for damage, but what kind of person would I be then? I did get out and look. My fiberglass bumper was a mere graze to that diesel’s steel winch.
I thanked the man and said goodbye. Then I peeled off vowing never to park again!!
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